A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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DARD KO NA DEKHO

Dard ko na dekho Dard ki nazron se,

Dard ko bhi Dard hota hai.

Dard ko bhi jaroor

Kaash do Dil hote

Kaash kahin esa hota k, do dil hote seeny main,

eik toot bhi jata ishq main to, takleef n

Har aansu mera ek shola hai

Dard apne dil ka humne

Ek arse ke bad khola hai

Bas bat ye alag hai

Ke da

Doggy Heaven...

All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told).
They run and play along the streets of Gol

ZINDAGI KI SAFAR ME MILE

दो ओस की बूंद जैसे,जिंदगी के सफ़र में म

If You Must Go

If you must go, then go for a while

Remember that the first step is a hard traveled mile.

As Is Life

It's strange the things you remember

And the things you seem to forget.

It's a ja

TUNE KUCHH NA KAHA

tune kuchh bhi na kaha ho jaise,

mere hi dil ki sada ho jaise,

yoon teri yaad se

JAB AKELE HOTE

Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.

Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati

KAASH KI PEHLE SAMAJH PATE

यूँ तेरी कुर्बत में जिऊंगा मैं, तू भी

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